by Peggy Lee I love prom kids. That’s one night when they’re all dressed up – brushed and combed and squeaky clean. I’m happy to say that a lot of them come to see me when I’m playing a club at prom time. And I usually am. I remember a[…]

by Roy Hemming You can count on one hand the number of singers who were popular 20 or 25 years ago and who still are – especially with “the kids” who determine the Top 40. Peggy Lee is one of them. Last year she won a Grammy award for her[…]

by Philip Oakes For years, Peggy Lee lugged a Japanese temple bell around with her when she went on tour. It contributed one note to one song in her entire repertoire. “But it was,” she recalls, “a beautiful sound.” Now she saves on freight charges with a water bell which[…]

by Peter Clayton Peggy Lee has one of those rare voices you can reach out and touch. What your nerve ends encounter is a sugared almond, or one of those huge, egg-shaped pebbles you find only at the eastern end of Chesil Bank. Cool, smooth but not shiny, and instantly[…]

by Peter Fiddick Britain has produced no one like Peggy Lee. Nor, for that matter, has it yet produced anyone much like Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughan, Sinatra, Dean Martin, Crosby, that whole durable generation of singers, some of whom are verging on their fourth decade in the business but whose[…]

by Judy Klemesrud Here is what there is: Miss Peggy Lee slinks into the living room of her Waldorf Towers suite, wearing a pair of turquoise silk movie star pajamas. Her blonde hair tumbles down past her shoulders now, and her figure is plump – but womanly. A youngish Mae[…]